Me When Somebody Responds With "k"

i'm like homer with this typa shit

(via Instagram)

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

I love scam calls that are easily verifiably false. “Your mortgage is about to default.” Cool 👍 I don’t have one of those

"boy moms we need to do better" ok so the first step is no longer calling yourself a boy mom and not building your identity around having a son

"Thanks to President Trump" is the perfect parallel and it makes me sick.

What is old is new again.

I wish all these bastards a very Trial at the Hague.

i didnt read this

Those strong fingers moved up his arm, almost encircling his whole elbow. Was - was Aziraphale tracing the patterns on his tattoo?

Holy fuck that feels good.

Crowley gripped Aziraphale's bicep, the strong, solid muscle under his hand making him go slightly dizzy. Aziraphale's solidness always did something to him, but he had always shied away from admitting exactly how much he liked seeing the contours of Aziraphale. The first time he had seen Aziraphale with his sleeves rolled up, he had felt like a man in Victorian times looking at a maiden's exposed ankles for the first time. Those forearms, God help him -

Ah. Thirsty Crowley my beloved.

Chapter 18 of my fic Temporary Bliss is out, ahead of schedule!